Page 7 of Sugarplummed By the Mountain Man
I’m surprised the words are flowing from me as easily as they are given I’ve barely had any sleep. I lost count of how many times I buried myself inside the woman sleeping in my bed. She’s a fucking sight to behold when she’s consumed by desire and getting her there is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. She has a hair trigger she claims has only happened with me. I tend to believe her because she has my cock rearing to go with little effort at all. I’ve gotten off more times in twenty-some odd hours than should be physically possible for a man at forty-two years old.
Whatever it is, I’m going to take advantage of it as long as she’ll let me. Which I’m hoping lasts longer than this snowstorm, because I don’t know if I can let her walk away. She’s the entire package. Finding someone like her never crossed my mind as a possibility, but now that she has, I’m rethinking my single status.
With my thoughts having turned to Anya, the words have stopped coming, which is fine considering I’ve been writing for an hour. I stumble into the kitchen for more coffee. It was the first thing I did when I woke up earlier. An idea had come to me as I lay soaking in the woman next to me as she slept, so I crept from the bed to write while the idea was fresh. It’s a different twist than I usually include in my books and has everything to do with my woman. There’s no containing my smile at that thought.
Finishing my coffee, I head into the bathroom to brush the gunk from my teeth before crawling back into bed. I swipe on the last of the tube of my deodorant after brushing my teeth. Then, I chuck the empty container into the garbage can. My aim is off, and it hits the rim, knocking the entire thing over. To add insult to injury, when I bend over to pick it up, my elbow hits Anya’s unzipped bag of toiletries, scattering the contents across the counter and onto the floor as well.
Heaving a sigh, I start cleaning up the mess, putting the garbage back into the plastic container. My eyebrows pinch when I pick up a white plastic wand-looking thing, which has a smiley face in a little window on it. I’m not sure what it is and whether it came from the garbage or the toiletry bag, so I set it on the counter. I pick up some tubes and pots, which are obviously toiletries, but the box on the floor has me pausing.
I frown as I read the front of it. “Double your chances of getting pregnant. Advanced Digital Ovulation Test Kit.” Flipping it over, it shows a smiley face indicates peak ovulation.
What. The. Actual. Fuck!?
Chapter Nine
Anya
“What the fuck is going on!? You’ve got some explaining to do, Sugarplum.”
Thane’s sharp voice jolts me awake. I jerk upright at the fury radiating from him. “What’s wrong?”
“You have some explaining to do.” He tosses an unmistakable small box and test stick onto the bed next to me.
My stomach drops, and chills run through me. My eyes fall closed as I breathe through the rising bile. I clutch the sheets to my chest as if they can ward off the rage rolling off the man standing before me. The steam boiling from him is practically visible.
“I’m waiting.” He crosses his thick tattooed arms over his chest as he stares me down, daring me to tell him the truth.
Heaving a sigh, I come clean. “I’ve decided I’m not waiting any longer to have a baby. I’m tracking my cycle so I’ll know when the best time to get inseminated will be.”
“And what? You found out you’re ovulating and decided to try the old-fashioned way first? Were you ever going to tell me, or were you going to have my baby and let it grow up fatherless?”
My shoulders rise and fall. “I didn’t really think it through. It just sort of happened, and then I didn’t know how to tell you.” I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood. Tears I have no chance of holding back roll down my cheeks.
He huffs. “Well, I can fucking guarantee I know how to tell you what happens now. We’re getting married. No baby of mine is growing up without its father. We’re going to be a family now, Sugarplum.”
“What!?” I scoff. “I might not even be pregnant.”
His eyes narrow on me as his shoulder rises and falls. “I’d be shocked if you aren’t from the number of times I’ve filled you with my cum. And if by some chance you’re not, there’s always next month and the month after and the month after that until you are.”
My jaw drops to the bed and my brows furrow as I attempt to process what he’s saying. I shake my head. “You want to have a baby with me?”
He sets his fists on the bed next to me, leaning in until we’re so close our noses are almost touching. “Sugarplum, if you’re going to have anyone’s baby, it’s going to be mine, and we’re damn well going to be a family.”
“This is insane,” I mutter. “We hardly know each other.”
“You wanted a family, now you’re getting one. You bewitched me the moment you walked in my front door. I don’t love the deception, but I’m willing to let it go because it didn’t get far, and you didn’t get a chance to come clean. Now what do you say? Are you ready to increase our chances it sticks this time around?”
He drags his nose up my neck before latching on to my earlobe and sucking the flesh into his mouth, biting down on it. Awhimper escapes as my pussy throbs. My head is spinning from the whiplash of going from one extreme to the next.
Is this really happening? As crazy as it is, I find myself hoping so, because if he’s been bewitched by me, I’ve been completely captivated by him. If he really wants to do this, then I’m fully on board.
“I’m sorry I was less than honest,” I whisper, needing to clear the air.
He pulls back as his hands cup my cheeks, his eyes meeting mine. “I forgive you this time, but you ever do it again and I will paddle your ass.”
A gasp escapes as my nipples tighten to sharp points.
He grins. “Hmm, I forgot how much you like that. Looks like I may have to come up with another punishment. Maybe edging you over and over until you’re begging for mercy.”
